Those deep eyes, aquiline nose, perfect jaw…
He was wearing a pure black suit and snow-white shirt underneath it. The simple contrast of black and white brought out his majestic air perfectly.
Even though he was seated in the car, saying no words, and had no obvious expression on his face, she could feel his elegant and impressive presence wash over her.
He seemed to sense her eyes on him because his face, which was lowered, suddenly looked up, and his dark eyes met her own.
Song Qingchun was completely petrified. Like a scene out of a movie, she stood immobile in the rain, holding his gaze through the windshield.
This surprise meeting made her feel like she was in a dream. She felt like this was a hallucination. She reached out to pinch the ball of her palm, and she finally conceded it wasn't when the pain registered in her mind.
